"heh, sorry buddy, didn't mean to scare ya. yew caught my attention, that's all." The pun not being hated filled him full of confidence then and there. He grins, now shifting himself so that he's sat upright.

He honestly doesn't mind answering her questions as best as he can, it's been a while since he'd experienced something new himself and this place was enough to get his own skull ticking over. "merlot's a kind of wine. tavern's a... well, by sticking my nasal bone in, they're like grillby's place but i know that won't mean a lot to you. you can get food and drink."

The last bit has him cocking his malleable eye sockets in a way that conveys his both curiosity and almost disbelief. "sounds like you didn't get out much. i can relate." He holds out a mittened hand to her, and if she's particularly perceptive, she may notice an ever so small bulge of the glove that contradicts he's all bone. If she's not, and she shakes it? Very tiny whoppee cushion. He has some classics, and whoppee cushion in the hand trick is always funny. If she leaves him hanging, oh well. He's not the type of skeleton to get offended by such things and will just put his hand back down. "i'm sans, sans the skeleton, and it's nice to meet you."